Jan 21, 2012

I followed him into the dark feeling that he could feel the pleasure this caused me. I stayed close to him and the wall as we walked. The small hallway seemed much longer now. The anticipation of what he would say to me was overwhelmingly overflowing out of my heart and into my veins to be transported all over my body until I could feel it everywhere. He had no intentions other than his primal instinct, but I didn’t know this then. I couldn’t think of anything else other than the way his arm felt draped over my torso. It was familiar, not the same. I could have felt his indifference in the way his hand laid limp on my side, but I wanted to believe that this was his way of missing my skin.